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Fitz swiveled her around and backed her toward the table before sweeping his arm across its surface, sending the ledger and a wine glass clattering to the floor. Fitz lowered himself to lift Eliza, sitting her on the edge of the table, her knees spread wide so that he could fit between them and trail urgent kisses along her jawline and down her neck.
She gasped, clutching his shoulders as he explored every inch of her delicate skin with fervor. Her taste was like a fine vintage wine, intoxicating and unforgettable.
Fitz deftly unfastened the laces of her gown one by one until the fabric fell away, revealing the creamy expanse of her bare skin. Eliza's chest rose and fell rapidly as she arched into his touch in a silent plea for more.
Fitz took a moment to appreciate her ample breasts, cupping them before tracing his tongue around each nipple, appreciating how they responded to him.
“Fitz,” Eliza moaned, his name on her lips only spurring him on further.
Fitz's hands moved with purpose, skimming up her thighs beneath the fabric of her gown. Eliza's breath quickened as he inched the fabric higher, exposing her skin to his hungry gaze.
Fitz's lips found hers in a fervent kiss, his desire for her palpable in every stroke of his tongue.
He leaned back from her, their eyes locking as the realization swept over them that there was no turning back once they took the next step forward.
“Is this lesson four?” Eliza asked breathlessly.
Fitz chuckled hoarsely. “I think we’re skipping right over a few lessons,” he said. “Unless you’d rather not.”
“Oh, I’d rather,” she said. “I’d rather very much.”
He sucked in a ragged breath as he was overcome, not by the passion between them but by how much he appreciated this woman and her forthright ways. He did not need to wonder or question when she had no qualms about telling him exactly what she wanted and needed.
And the fact that it washimshe needed right now? Well, that was more than he could ever want.
No longer able to contain themselves, they eagerly undid the remaining fastenings on their clothes, and their breath quickened in unison at the anticipation of what was to come.
Fitz didn’t miss Eliza's shaking hands as she unfastened the buttons of his trousers, revealing the hard evidence of his desire.
She gazed upon him, eyes wide and aroused, the flickering candlelight dancing in their depths. Her gaze mirrored his hunger, racing his heart even faster.
Their lips met once more with a fierceness that made them both gasp for breath. As their tongues danced and mingled, their fingers explored the curves and hollows of each other's bodies.
Fitz's hand moved to the small of Eliza's back, pulling her closer to him, his heart pounding in rhythm with hers. He kept his touch feather-light, dancing over the delicate skin at the back of her neck, her shiver as he played her body with his touch causing a sense of pride within him.
He slid his hands down her sides, grazing her hips and then reaching around to cup her bottom. She moaned softly, arching into him, and as much as Fitz wanted to savor this moment, he also knew that he couldn’t wait any longer.
He lifted her gown, sliding it onto the table beside them as best he could, bunching the rest around her waist. He wished that he could have her completely bare beneath him, but their time was limited, and he would have to take what he could get.
He slid his hands up her silky thighs until he found the very center of her, running his fingers over her before sliding them inside, making sure that she was ready for him.
He found there were no concerns to be had there.
“Are you ready for me, Eliza?” he asked once more, needing to know.
“Yes, Fitz, please,” she cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Holding her close, taking her lips with his, he notched himself against her, and with one powerful thrust, sent himself home.
CHAPTER 12
Eliza’s breath left her body in a whoosh.
For a moment, she wondered whether her mind and body were still connected. It was pleasure and pain, all wrapped up together, and Fitz stilled against her, as though sensing her discomfort.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him close against her, trying to draw strength from him to make it through this moment.
“Eliza, are you all right?” he asked, his voice nearly unrecognizable, so choked it was with desire, and she nodded against him.
